EFB Chapter 296 The entire army is dressed in white mourning clothes; a saint among men!
Chapter 296 The entire army is dressed in white mourning clothes; a saint among men!
Chapter 296 The entire army is dressed in white mourning clothes; a saint among men!
With a "whoosh," accompanied by a mournful cry from the zombie wolf, the incredibly sharp battle aura slash instantly crossed the distance between the Ark and the zombie wolf, neatly severing its hind leg.
Moreover, accompanied by the corrosive effects brought about by the inherent properties of the death energy, the wound on the zombie wolf's hind leg was completely lifeless, and the serious injury was difficult to heal.
Fangzhou nodded in satisfaction.
Although he had only just tested the waters, the immense power of the Battle Qi Slash had already been fully demonstrated. And this was not even the limit of the Battle Qi Slash.
Even if the Ark stands further away, the power of this battle aura slash will not decrease much.
The strike landed on the zombie wolf's hind leg, leaving a perfectly smooth cut.
If you strike the Zombie Wolf directly on the neck, you could even kill him instantly.
For Ark, the ranged attack method of Battle Qi Slash has greatly made up for his previous shortcomings.
Ark continued to observe the zombie wolf's reaction, only to see it writhing in pain, trying to escape Ark's attack range.
But having lost its hind legs, it has become very slow in its movements.
Fangzhou decided to conduct another experiment, this time targeting the zombie wolf's forelegs.
Once again manipulating the death energy within his body, Ark condensed another battle aura slash.
This time, he chose a slightly closer distance, about fifteen meters. With a soft shout, the invisible energy blade in Fang Zhou's hand flew out instantly, accurately hitting the Zombie Wolf's foreleg.
With an even more mournful cry, the zombie wolf's foreleg was neatly severed off.
Fang Zhou became increasingly certain that Battle Qi Slash would become one of his greatest killers.
This skill can be used not only against single targets, but also for area attacks on the battlefield, creating more tactical options for him and the Skull Legion.
Fang Zhou felt a surge of excitement; he licked his lips, still wanting more.
With the help of his dozens of skeleton minions, he quickly found several wandering skeleton warriors and zombies.
These enemies were relatively weak, but their presence gave Ark an excellent opportunity to test his newly learned Battle Aura Slash skill.
Puff puff puff l.
Each time the battle qi slash was released, the sound of cutting through decaying flesh was hoarse and unpleasant, but to Fang Zhou, the sound was as beautiful and moving as celestial music.
Each time the air blade pierces through the air, it accurately hits its target.
The skeleton warriors and zombies were utterly powerless against Ark's Battle Aura Slash attack; their bodies disintegrated under the blades' cutting force. Although this practical test failed to determine the true upper limit of the Battle Aura Slash skill's power, Ark was already quite satisfied.
After all, given his cautious and conservative nature, he wouldn't allow his skeleton clone to be in danger or face an overly powerful enemy unless he was absolutely certain of success.
Having achieved a satisfactory result, Ark ceased this meaningless contest and began unleashing its full power to slaughter and devour.
Fang Zhou continued fighting for nearly an hour. Every time he swung the Corpse Spear and released a battle aura slash, he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
He seemed to have merged with this land of death, becoming its sole ruler.
Each time the air blade sliced through the air, a hissing sound could be heard, followed by the sound of an enemy falling.
The zombies and skeleton warriors fell one by one to his attacks, turning into dust.
As the battle continued, Ark felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion rising from the depths of his soul once again.
He knew that tonight's hunt had clearly reached its limit.
If this continues, not only will efficiency decrease, but unnecessary risks may also arise.
So he decided it was time to gather his scattered minions back.
Fangzhou closed his eyes with a hint of anticipation. He controlled his skeleton clones, and under the protection of these skeleton minions, he withdrew from combat, ending today's hunt.
A few days later, Fang Zhou received a notice from Instructor Lu Hu, instructing him to dress appropriately and attend General Ning Feihu's funeral.
At Major General Ning Danxin's request, General Ning Feihu's funeral will be kept simple this time.
Even many instructors from the Haicheng Military Academy were not qualified to attend the funeral.
Therefore, it was a great honor for Fang Zhou, a mere first-year student, to attend General Ning Feihu's funeral. However, no one raised any objections to this.
After all, without Fang Zhou's incredible performance during the hunt in Cave 1, Haicheng Military Academy would not have been able to find General Ning Feihu's remains, and this funeral would have been out of the question.
On the morning of that day, everyone attending the general's funeral was dressed neatly and cleanly as they entered the Hall of Glory in the Haicheng Military Academy History Museum.
White banners have been hung around the Hall of Glory, and white cloths have been hung on both sides of the spirit path.
The entire city was dressed in white!
Every face was filled with remembrance.
This is not the funeral of any prince or nobleman, but the funeral of a soldier—to bury General Ning Feihu, who sacrificed his life decades ago to defend Haicheng, Blue Star, and human civilization!
Starting from the secret vault where the crystal coffin was placed, a female soldier dressed in mourning clothes with a calm expression led the way, followed closely by Instructor Lu Hu. Eight distinguished instructors from the Haicheng Military Academy carried out the crystal coffin containing the remains of General Ning Feihu.
Fangzhou watched this scene quietly from a distance, his feelings a mix of emotions.
Instructor Su Xinyan tugged at Fang Zhou's sleeve and whispered, "This is General Ning Danxin, a descendant of General Ning Feihu."
She is also the youngest Honorary General in the history of our Dragonxia Federation.
Fang Zhou nodded solemnly and looked at Ning Danxin, who was dressed in plain clothes.
She was extremely tall, nearly two meters, and much more robust than the average female professional.
Although he was dressed in a pure white mourning gown, he could not hide the indomitable and resilient spirit emanating from him.
Her face, cold and stern, carried a hint of barely perceptible madness. Her brows bore the marks of time and the glory of battle. Her exposed skin, including her face, neck, and arms, was covered with scars of varying depths.
Some of the scars are clearly newly healed.
Based solely on her menacing appearance, Fang Zhou could conclude that she must possess hundreds or even thousands of high-level demonic vengeful spirits.
As the procession carrying the coffin slowly moved along the main north-south avenue of the Hall of Glory, an indescribable solemnity and reverence enveloped the entire space.
The coffin bearers walked with steady yet light steps.
Every step they took seemed to tread upon the dust of history, or perhaps to guide the spirits of heroes toward their eternal rest.
On both sides of the street, the people from the Longxia Federal Military who came to watch the ceremony were already lined up neatly.
Some stood ramrod straight, while others bowed their heads in silent mourning, their faces filled with reverence and remembrance for the heroes.
As the crystal coffin, sparkling and radiating a soft glow, slowly passed before them, everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.
General Ning Feihu's face appeared even more majestic against the backdrop of the crystal coffin.
Seeing General Ning Feihu's furious, lifeless face in the coffin, and General Ning Danxin leading the way for the spirits of the fallen heroes, they suddenly felt a thrilling sense of inheritance.
The torch is passed down, and civilization endures.
The Ning family is just a microcosm of the hundreds of millions of people and soldiers of the Human Alliance who fought and bled for the survival of humanity on Blue Star.
Over the decades of the Mythical Era, countless friends and family members have sacrificed themselves on the battlefield between humans and demons.
Where are their spirits now?
As the crystal coffin continued its journey, the emotions of the onlookers gradually spiraled out of control.
The initial silence was broken by low sobs.
These voices were initially just scattered embellishments, but they quickly coalesced into a torrent that swept through the entire Hall of Glory.
At this moment, all grudges and hatred vanished, leaving only awe for life and reverence for heroes.
The reason why humanity on Earth was able to survive a crushing defeat decades ago is because heroes like General Ning Feihu made sacrifices one after another in the darkness.
What an incredible spirit of fearlessness!
They gave their lives to buy humanity precious breathing time, allowing humanity to rise again on this land invaded by abyssal demons.
As Fangzhou listened to the heartfelt sobs around him, he seemed to understand something at that moment.
His hatred for the demons of the abyss deepened.
Even the skill [Soul Nemesis - Abyss Demon], which had already reached the perfect level of proficiency, saw a barely perceptible increase at this moment.
With a series of low horn sounds, the crystal coffin slowly passed through the Hall of Glory and headed towards the cemetery inside.
At the main entrance of the cemetery stands a guard post, above which hangs a sign with six large characters: "Glory to this place!"
These six words seem to be a profound tribute to all those who bravely sacrificed themselves, and also an inspiration to those who come after, reminding every living person to remember those great souls who sacrificed themselves for humanity.
At the very front of the funeral procession was a solemn and majestic magical chariot.
The body and front of the vehicle are decorated with white cloth, symbolizing the purity and solemnity of the deceased.
The white cloth fluttered gently in the wind, as if bidding farewell to the deceased.
The road leading to the cemetery is lined with lush cypress trees.
They sway in the wind, seemingly telling the story of history and protecting the deceased.
Both sides of the road were already filled with soldiers who had come to watch the ceremony.
Despite General Ning Danxin's request to keep everything simple, the Hall of Glory was still filled with spectators who rushed over from all over the Dragon Xia Federation after hearing the news.
Each of them had a white cloth wrapped around their arm.
The soldiers had solemn expressions, their eyes filled with respect and reluctance to part with the heroes.
At the end of the road, the cemetery gates opened silently to welcome this great hero.
The words "Glory Belongs Here" above the outpost shone brightly in the sunlight, as if they were a eulogy tailor-made for General Ning Feihu.
As the crystal coffin slowly moved, people's eyes followed, and no one wanted to miss this solemn moment.
At a prominent high vantage point, Su Tiankuo, the principal of Haicheng Military Academy, accompanied several imposing elderly men in military uniforms who were quietly observing.
Although these elderly men were advanced in years, they still exuded the unique heroic spirit and dignity of soldiers. Without exception, their arms were wrapped in white cloth.
To be honest, given Su Tiankuo's personality, he was unwilling to watch these sages, who were far superior to him, quietly observe the funeral from the sidelines.
These mortal saints, though their physical bodies were stationed in the mythical world and could not easily leave, each spared a sliver of their attention to descend upon the Haicheng Military Academy to witness General Ning Feihu's funeral.
The reason is simple: these Saint-level powerhouses, whose strength stands at the pinnacle of humanity, were all General Ning Feihu's comrades-in-arms back then.
Those who have survived from that bloody mythological era to the present day have overcome numerous difficulties and risen to become pillars of the Human Alliance.
They were the first generation of elite professionals who led humanity to rise on Earth.
Compared to them, Su Tiankuo, this legendary warrior, was merely a rising star.
Su Tiankuo himself felt extremely bitter.
He would rather take Lu Hu's place and carry the coffin for his idol, Ning Feihu, than accompany these powerful figures from the Holy Realm and experience their overwhelming emotions and feelings.
He believed that not only him, but probably many strong individuals in the military academy were unwilling to bear this heavy emotion.
This feeling is absolutely awful!
Along the way, listening to the weeping of the spectators below the stage and looking at the endless coffin-carrying procession behind him, Su Tiankuo felt that every moment he spent here was an ordeal.
So this is what makes the death of a hero so heartbreaking!
Unbeknownst to him, a belief began to take root in Su Tiankuo's heart.
If he could have such a funeral after his death, with his daughters and descendants attending his funeral and his comrades weeping for him, then Su Tiankuo's life would have been truly remarkable.
Su Tiankuo looked up at the direction of the cemetery, where it was already packed with people.
He composed himself to make himself look less haggard.
After all, his idol, General Ning Feihu, once said that soldiers must always present an image that inspires awe in everyone!
"They're here!"
An elderly man in a long robe looked in the direction of the Hall of Glory and spoke softly.
A drumbeat sounded.
As the drums sounded, the procession carrying the coffin slowly came to a stop in front of the cemetery gate.
Su Tiankuo nodded to the several indistinct and unjust sages of the mortal realm, then straightened his armor and jumped down from the viewing platform.
Major General Ning Hengxin, who was standing at the very front of the coffin-bearing team, slowly walked up to Su Tiankuo, his eyes red and his voice trembling slightly.
"Principal Su, I have been ordered to bring the Ling Shu."
Su Tiankuo solemnly bowed to Ning Hengxin and Ling Shu behind her, "General Ning Feihu's merits will be forever remembered by Longxia!"
General Ning Feihu's heroic name will be forever praised by the people of Longxia!
The Ning clan is the Great Wall that protects Longxia.
You fulfilled the oath and honor of a Longxia soldier with your own life!
Longxia will remember, the people will remember, and human civilization will remember!